User blog comment:Snowstripe the Fierce/War across the Northern Sea/@comment-26538658-20160712002406

''The sun set on the snow-covered Wastelands of Ice and Snow, leaving creatures of day to go huddle around fires and in their dens, paranois of just what was out there. However, not all activity had ceased. Not at all. ''

''Wolves darted through the dead forests, keeping a close watch on the foolish beasts with lanterns who were tromping through the thick snow. The fools had weapons, and good ones at that, but whether they knew how to use them or not remained to be seen. Four trackers signaled for their comrades to come nearer, blades ready. ''

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''Ermine, greyrats, and white fox stepped through the snow as quiet as they could, with it crunching and cracking under their weight. They were tired, and deservedly so; they had been on the march since near dawn that morning, only resting for a meager crust and freezing water, with the occasional weak ale. They were warriors, all of them, but they could only be warriors with the right food. Unfortunately, good food was hard to come by in this Land, and you wouldn't dare waste your valuable weapons on the rare elk-stag. ''